flickering.there are daysflickering.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want my skin to melt
like wax so i can watch my
heart dream, dilate, digest
i am a sleepwalker,
a toy soldier aimed
at the horizon, and you
are watching me fall
off the edge
of the world in a rush
of fire and gasoline
smoke and love
i am standing on the sun
in pink stilettos
and i'm nothing more than
a wax figurine
Kissing the PainLife can show no mercy,Kissing the Pain8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tearing yourself apart.
Killing your soul,
Killing your heart.
To suffer this anxiety,
While watch others enjoy,
Their piece of mind,
Kissing the pain,
To dream of the day,
When people will know,
How blatant it is.
To be aware of the destruction,
That has come upon,
To live in fear,
For your right.
The deception of people,
The presumption of someone else,
To kill your own kind,
To deceive the truth.
To kill will not answer,
What is in your mind.
The questions you ask,
The guilt some may hold.
For killing in an innocent soul,
Is not the right way,
Of holding yourself together,
Know the truth, do not go against it.
Kissing the pain,
To dream of the day,
When people will know,
How blatant it is,
Of what this world is becoming,
For what to do,
Instead of being greedy,
And never caring for what is true.
The KissA hand reached out through the darkness, caressing the skin of her cheek. She sighed with sense of comfort, of safety, as she leaned against his shoulder, her eyes slipping closed as she let her worries of the day slip away from her.The Kiss10 years ago in General More Like This
The hand moved slightly, stroking her cheek and neck. At another time, the motion be considered erotic, but this moment was merely a gesture of affection, of connection and peace. He only wished her surcease from the pains and aggravations of the day, and she knew that, accepted that silent offer.
His breath ruffled her hair as his face came to rest against her head, his hands lightly stroking her skin. He sighed, obviously content with the moment they both shared. They both wished for more, for the erotic tension filled the air, but they both also knew that such things would come in time, if needed.
Her muscles slowly unknotted, her headache spawned from frustration beginning to fade as he merely caressed her shoulder. For this one brief moment, time seem
worth fighting foryou told meworth fighting for9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"baby, I would fight the world for you,
cause love like this
love is...Love Is;love is...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is when you care more about someone else's happiness than your own,
You would do anything for them,
You'd rather be with them than anyone else in the world,
You would die so they could live,
When you lose them it feels like you lose yourself,
They're the only thing you can ever think of,
You never even dream of being with anyone else, because they're everything you want,
They have many faults, but you're blind to them,
You would take them back no matter what they do,
When you're with them it's the happiest times of your life,
but when you're without them it feels like there is this great big hole in you
You always wanna be in their arms,
Everything reminds you of them,
You miss them the second they leave,
you're always worried about them
there is something in you just burning so deeply
you cannot even begin to describe it
you want to be the one they turn to
you want to be the one they trust
they can hurt you so much
but you choose to pretend that they don't
just in case i
F-59A Sabre II SpecificationsF-59A Sabre II Specifications3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
F-59A Sabre II
The F-59A Sabre II is an advanced 5.5 generation medium weight stealth fighter designed for air superiority. It is powered by a single PDT-60 variable cycle engine that produces 40,000-60,000 lbf (18,143.69-27,215.54 kgf) of thrust via a 2 dimensional thrust vectoring nozzle. This advanced engine can propel Sabre II to a maximum speed of Mach 2.4 at 30,000 ft (9,144 m) while providing efficient cruise performance. Agility is on par with the F-22A Raptor due to the 2D nozzle and very large control surfaces and wing area.
Dimensions & Capacities:
63 ft (19.2 m)
47 ft (14.32 m)
12 ft (3.66 m)
2, Pilot, WSO (2 seat models)
22,000 lbs (9,979 kg) empty
55,000 lbs (24,947.6 kg) MTOW
45,000 lbs (20,411.6 kg) TCW
Internal Fuel Capacity:
18,000 lbs (18.143.7 kg)
2,666 gallons (10,092 L)
Mach 2.4 (1,416 kts, 1,629 mph, 2,623 km
Shattered MirrorsShattered Mirrors (Fragment II) (english version) [scorrete giù per la versione italiana]Shattered Mirrors7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears, only tears stream,
now, inside me;
and they drown me.
Those same tears corroding,
merciless, my limbs,
without stopping they consume
me; violent, they get out
until they crush against my eyes
and find, being reflected
in them, the truth.
A fragment of time.
And my tears dont stream anymore:
but now my heart is crying
and the sorrow originates again
from every tear vainly shed.
The heart is the greatest
suicide I've ever known.
Specchi Infranti (Frammento II) (original italian version)
Lacrime, solo lacrime scorrono
ormai dentro di me;
e mi affogano.
Quelle stesse lacrime che insensibili
corrodono le mie membra
senza fermarsi mi consumano;
prepotenti escono fuori
fino ad infrangersi nei miei occhi
e a ritrovar nel rispecchiarsi
con questi la verità.
Un frammento di tempo.
E le mie lacrime n
LoveloveLove8 years ago in Other More Like This
Someone asked me what is love
is it good, is it bad
is it awesome, is it terrible
I honestly didnt know how to answer them.
I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions
Love is kind
love is harsh
love is wonderful
love is terrible
love is a cure
love is a sickness
love is LOVE
love is hate
love is meaningful
love is pointless
love shows the best in people
love shows the worse in people
love makes us speak truth
love makes us lie
love understands everything
love confuses everyone
love builds your life
love tears your heart down
love makes you smile
love makes you cry
love makes us cuddle
love makes us hit
love makes the world go round
love makes the world go crashing down
love makes things simple
love makes things impossible
love is always worth it
love is never worth it
love makes us smarter
love makes us stupid
love is enlightening!
love is BLIND
make love not war
make war out of love
love is peaceful
love creates fights
love is sooth
BrennaShe was sad, that much I remember. She said it was because of strawberries, and I had no idea what she meant. I think it was their smell, something about it wafting up between the auburn curls of her hair, and settling between her eyes, something that warmed that part of memory where she housed the once, but not twice, familiar.Brenna8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I could see her in a sun hat, plucking those sad-scented rubies from her grandmas garden, and the sun-warmed smile of youth, the kind of youth that thinks the knee high green of bristling shrubbery houses the forever, the kind of youth that knows only the eternity of seven years.
There, under the straw cover of a fruit stand, holding the plumpness of one of those berries, I think we must have fallen in love, the kind of love that lives and dies between the space of a glance, the kind of love that dreams try to stir like perfume in an empty room.
She never gave me her name, but I guessed: Brenna.
Define: Emo.If you are unsure of what the term emo means, and you attempt to find out by looking in the dictionary, you wont be successful (mind you, UrbanDictionary.com does NOT count). What would be between emit and emollient will not be found unless you search the Internet for hours browsing around the many emo websites you can find. If you like you can always ask someone on the street what emo is, though I honestly wouldnt choose that option as the majority of peoples ideas of the word are ignorant and prejudice.Define: Emo.8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Theoretically, emo is a genre of music, but it is also considered a fashion trend and a stereotype. I believe the most correct definition I could give you for the word emo would be:
Emo is a music genre which is short for emotional hardcore, and is considered sub-genre of hardcore punk and/or emotional punk. After the music had originated, the term was also
What if I Wasn'tInside, I might be made of broken butterfliesWhat if I Wasn't11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the tiny shattered pieces of glass
That you forgot to throw away
And I'm screaming for
something I buried in the garden,
Dirty and covered with rust,
It's coming through
I'm not supposed to live like this
Maybe I could be the giggle at a funeral,
If I had the space to breathe,
And let myself fade out, blend in,
But it's only one sided, and I
Wasn't ready for this.
I don't want to live
In a dying world like this one
But I'm sick
I'm tired of waiting for another,
That might not be what I want
What you don't know can't kill you,
But I know- that's not the truth
And I sometimes wish
There was nothing
I am held down, I am free
That Empty FeelingThe darkness swallows up the last remains of lightThat Empty Feeling6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There's no way out
Black cold surrounds you as your heart gives out
There's no sense in fighting it
Your not gonna win
Tell yourself that everything is going to be fine
You know its nothing but a bunch of beautiful lies
They seem to never die
It lives on forever
The truth implodes and disappears
You know you have nothing left
You're empty inside.
There's no way out.
There's never any light.
If there is it's a figment of your imagination
The hope seems to die as your body disinagrates
A nothingness that no one else will ever feel
You'll wonder why you have this empty feeling inside
That familiar empty feeling.
Days pass you by and you realize
You're dead inside.
That empty feeling wont ever go away
So you drink to fill it.
That empty feeling inside.
It's just a beautiful lie.
It gives you a reason to die
The dark swallows you up
The black invades your dreams
All you're left with is that empty feeling.
Familiar empty feeling.
It will nev
Love's sad songCold were the notes the violin did playLove's sad song5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The day her lover had slipped away
Heavy the weight of her sagging grief
She knew would linger with little relief.
Memories sang her a bitter song,
A lingering chord, with notes so long.
Tears squeezed out from gravelled eye,
The whispering chill of a shivered sigh.
Wondering now which path to choose
To flee, and from the grief to lose
Or live with drum roll in her breast
Thoughts once shared would give no rest.
The girl she loved had gone away
With few words from her lips to say
Except goodbye, and do take care
But nothing in her soul did bare
Her love unsung, an empty thing
Mutual love it failed to bring
Oh dear God, was this so wrong
To love a girl, to sing love's song?
Beyond it allYou touch me as gently as possible, afraid of my glass skin breaking apart.Beyond it all5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You get lost in my ocean eyes. Diving in, until you're in the deepest depths.
You run your fingers through my golden field of hair, and try to bring me back to this world.
Melting the darkness away.
Slowing the chaos down, if only for a moment.
Filling my world with light once again.
Captivating me, with all that you do.
Kissing my scars, allowing them to dissolve into nothing, as if they never existed.
You lightly place your hands on my heart. Your touch has the power to heal these wounds .
Hold on to me tight, as if I'll disappear, because soon I will...
I'll run into the stars and beyond the moon, you trailing behind as we fly, High above the universe.
We can run over the sun, around Jupiter and back to Venus. They'll never catch us.
We'll run until we find our own world, it's just beyond Pluto. The highest of high points.
Do you know where it is? It's there, whenever we kiss, touch, love.
A girl named TimeElectric smiles flicker wide but briefA girl named Time6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When soul is weighed with leaden grief
Humanity's burdens in plain sight
But She wafts unaffected by their plight
Time Girl moves through Earth's black space
Untouchable and formed by eon's grace
Slow motion crowds dispense a stare
Layers strip harshly to leave them bare
Dancing thoughts are at full play
The Devil's dog will have his day
But still the neon signs do clatter
The centuries roll, but little matter
Countless battles have been fought
Humanity regurgitates a yester thought
Time Girl moves through starlight night
Dreams, while galactic forces fight
Swathed in satin streaked with gold
Awaiting destiny's sweet unfold
Beneath a sunflower's open smile
She dances to Earth's final mile.
dissonance felt from butterfly wingsThis inchoate torpor guides medissonance felt from butterfly wings1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I see butterflies;
Bringing dour thoughts, bitter decrees
Broken dreams, lullabies…
Look at their wings; these poor, lost souls
Their bodies left here, to atone.
Look at their wings
Look at their wings
I am one, with spirits unknown
Ghosts, damned, this hell is all they see;
Fears felt, for those who die;
No hues of grey, in pairs of three,
Moan forlorn, mordant cries -
“None will come back, we are alone
Wraiths in a glass, static like stones!
None will come back
None will come back
For bright colours, this plight condoned!”
I nail once more; where it should be -
Where the body will lie;
“This dissonance is inside my
mind, ignore them” I sigh
A nail holds still, one more disowned
Joins the ranks, the words make it known:
“A nail holds still
A nail holds still
This corpse; its soul forever groans…”
I'm Not That Type of WomanI'm not the type of womanI'm Not That Type of Woman4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That men write poetry to.
I don't inspire great works,
Or words of beauty and romance.
I'm not the type of woman
That men look at twice.
Too round in the hips
Too grey in the hair.
I'm the type of woman
Who gets things done
Runs the show
Takes care of you (and you, and you).
I will LOL you until I'm crying
And even then will lie
No, really I'm fine
Must be a lash in my eye.
I'm the type of woman that men come to
With problems and questions
Of lovelife or health.
And they cluelessly miss the fact that
While I'm dispensing this advice they require,
Who am I to talk?
I'm not the type of woman that cries in front of anyone.
The cracks in my façade are well-sealed until I am alone.
And I fear that I am not the type of woman
That will ever be loved in that
Sunsets and roses
Devouring, encompassing, love and desire
Of which the great poets write.
I'm afraid I won't ever be that woman either.
But I won't cry
I won't tell you
offerings of a ghostand there was a vague veracityofferings of a ghost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the whisper of your touch
that faded like feathers of frost
before the fevered kiss
of my breath.
winter settled slowly
down the curling knots of my spine
the same path
where your lips once burned
like candles in the night,
shadows tossed high
as autumn leaves riding reckless
on the wind.
at times i feel
this cup of bones
will crumble, blood and ash
and only that
and heavy hearts too full to bear
will break against the cool,
upturned cheek of earth
bare of greenery
but veiled in sinking snow.
your every echo is a curse
limned in regret
and the sting of dark hair whipping
in my brimming eyes
carries the coldest winds
across whitewashed memory,
the bite of ice built
upon a wasteland.
even a shiver cannot shake
the ringing feeling
that your absence speaks
a greater truth
that you were never here
SeptemberThe summer was so hotSeptember1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
Cat TroubleCat Trouble8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Has a drug problem.
This is not a metaphor
For some friend or myself
No... My cat has a drug problem.
It all started with the sour milk
He must have gotten it from one of the other cats
Or that damned dog
And from there it was down hill
Before long he was hanging out with a bad crowd
Down at the "Kit Cat Bar"
The all feline dive down on smith street
Then whole gallons of milk started disappearing
Some were found in obscure locations smelling foul
When I confronted him he hissed
"I dont have a problem"
Bit my nose and scratched the hell out of my face
I tried to bring him to AA
But when you try to explain
That your only there to show support
For your cat and its apparent your serious
They kick you out faster than you can say
"The cat shat in my hat!"
On the way out he stole a carton from the fridge
(That smelled as tho' it had been there since last Christmas)
And was bombed long before we got home
So like a good friend
I scooped him up and carried him the rest of the way
PhoenixI won't be your phoenix,Phoenix1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
your death wish
of maudlin words
stretched across this failing light.
I will not wear
new wings for you
that crimson you
were born with -
a mother's final wish
to keep out the winter
But I will wait,
the flaw and beauty
of your youth
painted across your palms
as you hold up
the moon to meet me.
QUIET IS THE NIGHTQuiet is the night, the night brings but despairQUIET IS THE NIGHT2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The moon waxes a glossy glow, the stars they dance on air
Mother sets the table for the coming evening meal
And Father may just lend a hand, depending how he feels
City lights will catch your eye in the last gasps of the day
Children laughing happily have goodnight prayers to say
Father watches the evening news, while mother reads her book
The clock gives a final tick as midnight baits the hook
Then all is quiet, not a sound, the creatures singing blends
Quiet is the night, the night brings us the end…